Curse Begins

While fending off Ye Qingtian, the black-robed leader kept constant watch on Lu Chen's side.

Seeing the world-purifying halo about to take shape, a flicker of urgency and greed flashed through his eyes.

"We can't let him finish! Once that curse is unleashed, unforeseen changes may arise!" the black-robed leader transmitted to his two subordinates. "Keep that wolf cub and that ghost thing tied down. I'll interrupt him!"

Before his words had faded, his body turned into a wisp of shifting black smoke, slipping past Ye Qingtian, who was locked in fierce combat with the baleful dragon, and darting toward the depression where Lu Chen stood!

A jet-black short spike appeared in his hand, wreathed in ominous blood-red light. Its tip bore a dot of dark crimson, like sin congealed solid, as it stabbed straight for Lu Chen's back!

This strike was soundless, yet it carried the full force of his peak Supernatural Power cultivation, along with a vicious curse power that broke spells and severed souls!

Lu Chen still had his back to him, seemingly unaware.

Thirty breaths... twenty-nine...

Just as the black-robed leader's short spike was about to touch the battle mark on Lu Chen's back—

Lu Chen's tightly shut eyes snapped open!

There was no weakness left in them, only an icy clarity sharpened to the utmost—and... a strand of resolute madness!

This was what he had been waiting for: someone coming within reach!

"Burst!"

His low shout was not directed at the black-robed leader, but at... the halo of the Nine Dragons World-Purifying Curse before him, not yet fully formed but already brimming with vast sealing power and creation power!

He had actually reversed the curse's guidance of his own accord, detonating a portion of its wildly unstable energy!

Boom—!!!

An indescribably brilliant radiance exploded outward